Eazy-Duz-It Songtext
von Eazy‐E

′Ey man we gotta do a radio version of this song
Let it ride, I think I got somethin' for it

Well I′m Eazy-E, I got women galore
You may have a lot of women but I got much more
Wit' my super-duper group coming out the chute
Eazy-E, homegirls cold knockin' the boots
′Cause I′m a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard (Dopeman), you think I own a drugstore
Gettin' stupid ′cause I got it like that
And if a sucka talks trash, I give him a smack

8 ball sippin', the women are flippin′
Slow down, I hit a dip an', continue my trippin′
Hittin' my switches, collect from my bi—hes
The money that I make so I could add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feelin' good as hell ′cause my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit′ a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats


Because I′m a gansta havin' fun
Always got the knuckleheads on the run
Hittin′ like that, I make you ask "what was it?"
Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it

(I was knockin' muthaf—kas out)
(What′s your name boy?)
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
(Kick, kick that)
(Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!)

Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' it up
Stick my head out the window and I say what′s up
To the homies on the corner cold bumpin′ the box
But you know that's a alibi for slangin′ the rocks
A dice game started so I pulled out a buck
Then I put my car in park so I could try my luck
Hard to roll wit' my girl jockin′ 24-7
Rolled one time, ate 'em up, hit 11


Got another point, I made it ten a fo′
Was cleanin' up fast and was itching for mo'
Laughin′ in their faces, ′cause the boy was too quick
'Til one fool got jealous, said ya makin′ me sick
He acted real stupid, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, "homeboy, you better think fast!"
He went (damn), then I went (money gone)
As you can see, I cold broke his (ha ha)

Because I′m a gansta havin' fun
Always got the knuckleheads on the run
Hittin′ like that, I make you ask "what was it?"
Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
I said Eazy duz it
(But how does he do it?)
(Eazy duz it, do it eazy)
(That's what I'm doing)
(Stop)
(Man whatcha gonna do now?)

Now I′m a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box, from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker named Tucker
He′s addicted, he's a smoker, but in Compton called a clucker
He used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
He must have been starvin′ 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the fool on the block and cold knocked the boy out

Now I wanted for assault that I had to commit
Yeah, I went to jail, but that wasn′t it
Got to the station 'bout a quarter to nine
Called my girl to get me out ′cause I was down for mine
The girl was a trip, cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone
All the things I did for her, like keepin' her on top
I swear when I get out it′s gonna have to stop

Well by now you can guess that it was just my luck
The bailiff of the station was the neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye, and said "what′s up?"
And said "let's make a deal, you know I′ll do you up"
Now I'm back on the streets and I′m feelin' good
I got the stupid girl in the neighborhood
Pulled her by the hair and it was all because
I had to show the girl what time it was

Because I′m a gansta havin' fun
Always got the knuckleheads on the run
Hittin' like that, I make you ask "what was it?"
Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it

From around the way, born in ′73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It′s '88 now, ′73's obsolete
A boy wit′ a serious attitude and 100% street
Yeah, hahahaha